_Sens._ Yea, by heaven king! Even as we sat together at the wine. _Wor. Aff._ Thou shalt have God's blessing and mine-- But is it true? _Sens._ Yea, sir! by this day! Our master and Reason have made a great fray. _Pride._ How so? _Sens._ By my faith! we sat together At the tavern, next hereby; And, anon, who should come together But flee[r]ing Kate and Margery, She that beguiled you, parde! so prately And bare away your shirt the last morning Stead of her smock, while ye lay sleeping. _Pride._ I wot whom ye mean, well I know; But that is nothing to this purpose-- Tell on thy tale, for God avow! _Sens._ I shall, anon, had I wiped my nose: Sir! when I spied them, anon I rose; And called them unto me by name; And, without more tarrying, anon they came; And sat down with us, and made nothing strange, As they be full courteous--ye know it well. And, anon, our master's colour began to change-- Whereof it came I cannot tell; His cheer was appalled, every deal, And scant that he could speak to me one word; But start him even up and rose from the board. He said he would go lie down on a bed; And prayed me, for the manners' sake, That Margery might come hold his head Which, as he told me, began to ache. And so she hath him undertake To make him whole, in an hour or twain, Whensoever he hath any such sudden pain. What it meaneth, I wot never; But he liketh her physic so well That I trow the devil of hell Can not them two dissever! Lo! this have I done; and what trow ye more? Yet can I tell you better tiding. _Wor. Aff._ What is that? _Sens._ Marry! Reason, that ye two spake of before, Came even to us as we sat so drinking; And gave our master a heat, worth a hanging, Because that Margery sat on his knee, While that other whore sat talking with me. My master saw that he could have no rest, Nor never be rid of this controlling, He played the man and thought it best-- And with an angry look to my seeming-- Drew out his sword without more tarrying And smote Reason so on the head That I have great marvel but he be now dead. _Wor. Aff._ Marry! then fill all the cups at once If this be true. _Sens._ Yes, by these ten bones! I lie never a word. _Pride._ Trowest thou it is no feigned strife Betwixt them two? _Sens._ No, on my life! For, when they fought, I ran between And cried, "Keep peace and leave debate!" But ye would have laughed had ye seen How I departed them; and, for all that, Sometime I clapped Reason on the pate, And cried "Keep the peace," as fast as I could Till I was hoarse, I cried so loud. _Wor. Aff._ But, can our master play the man now And fare with this gear?